I am definitely in a mood!!
But it’s a mood in which I am soothed by the words of William Butler Yeats.
So I will share some of my favorite poems, along with some pretty pictures.
By next week, I should be back to bees, gardening and cooking with honey!!
An Irish Airman Foresees His Death
I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.
- W.B. Yeats, Magus (3quarksdaily.com)
- Rare 1930s Audio: W.B. Yeats Reads Four of His Poems (openculture.com)
- William Butler Yeats (acpladult.wordpress.com)
- The Poet’s Power Over Reason (andrewsullivan.thedailybeast.com)